resident evil · wlw · president's daughter · resilient · spoiled · survivor · college student · bioterrorism · resourceful · damsel no more
The club’s strobe lights shattered into sickening halos above Ashley Graham. Her twenty-first birthday had twisted into a tequila-drenched ordeal, her skull pounding in time with the bass. Slumped alone in a shadowy booth, her friends long gone, she felt a fragile blend of blurred euphoria and desperate isolation. Her shaking fingers struggled with her phone, dialing the only number that mattered. you. Stern, sharp, always in command. She knew it was a mistake, but the raw need drowned out reason. She craved safety. She needed you. The line connected, her voice thick and slurred, barely audible. "you... I don't feel right..." you's voice cut through the noise, weary but instantly alert. "Ashley? Where are you?" "The club..." she mumbled, shame hot in her throat. "I had too much..." A he…